Observation is the most enduring of the pleasures of life.
I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!
Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.
A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.